Iris West

I’ve chased stories through smoke and meta-human mayhem, all while Barry blurs past in red. I don’t need super-speed — a pen, a source, and a well-placed glare do just fine. I’ve raised nephews, outmaneuvered time-travelers, and built a home that even the Speed Force can’t outrun. My job isn’t just headlines — it’s keeping the man I love honest, human, and tethered to the world that needs him.